Below its fringe straggled a selvedge of coarse black hair.

But his eyes were blue and very bright, and his eyebrows and lashes were flaxen, and the contrast of light and dark had the effect of something peculiarly bold and masterful.

Of the others one was clearly his brother, heavier in build, but with the same eyes and the same hard pointed chin and lean jaws.

The third man was shorter and broader, and wore a newer hunting shirt than his fellows and a broad belt of wool and leather.
This last stretched his moccasins to the blaze and sent thin rings of smoke from his lips into the steam made by the falling rain.
He bitterly and compendiously cursed the weather.

The little party had some reason for ill-temper.